Lifting measures of notes into an atmosphere of pleasant,
eager melodies, taunting those who are here listening to
a band called "Back In The Saddle Again".
Soaring with logical rhythms throughout the evening, en-
joying the songs being sung, letting them take mind and
intellect into a moment of diversity and compassion.
Preserving a futile style of an interior poetical rebel,
longing and yearning for the best in compositions conceived
in an imaginational reality, easing between notes and rests.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem